Two months later.

A few rudimentary boats sailed to the black island here.

As the leading boat approached the shore, a middle-aged man with a frown came to the bow of the boat, glanced at the island in front of him vigilantly, and waved his hand to the back.

Then, several unclothed and embarrassed men and women were thrown onto the beach, screaming in amazement.

A few breaths later.

Seeing that these men and women were fine, the middle-aged man's tightly knit brows stretched slightly, and his tense face was slightly relaxed.

He glanced at the rest of the boats and shouted, "Fellow Daoists, quickly drive those natives to the island, the place where the wild and dead qi gathers is on this island." ”

The middle-aged man's voice fell, and he waved his hand behind him again.

A group of numb, unclothed men with improvised tools on their backs were driven down from the leading ship by two men dressed like this middle-aged man, and loosely escorted through the shallows of the black sea and towards the black island in front of them.

The middle-aged man waited until there was no one on the boat, jumped out of the boat, dragged the rope on the bow with one hand, and dragged the humble boat to the beach with a light weight.

The situation on the rest of the ships was also very similar.

Half an hour later, on the beach of the Black Island, a dozen guys dressed very similarly gathered together.

They are all monks who have entered this demonic spirit stream.

"We have followed the wild and dead air that has converged towards the center of this island, and it has been more than half a month since we counted the days of sailing on the sea, and the time to restrain these natives." A bearded monk with a scab under his left eye looked around at the crowd and his gaze fell on the middle-aged man.

"Tian Daoyou, what should I do next? It must be known that the wild death qi in this demonic spirit stream is extremely evil, and it is not for us who are unable to use spiritual power to cross it. ”

Hearing the words of the mustachioed monk, all the cultivators looked at the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man smiled slightly.

He replied in a deep voice: "Daoist friends can rest assured, since Tian Mou proposed that all Daoists follow the trend of this wild and dead air, they have naturally made certain preparations, please take a look." ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man surnamed Tian took out something in his arms.

The shape of this thing resembles a fire fold between the mundane, and the middle-aged man surnamed Tian opened it and blew it gently, and a faint green flame was ignited on it.

This miserable green flame was like a bean, and all the cultivators looked at each other.

"Isn't this a netherworld fire brought back from outside the territory?"

Among them, there was an old man with white hair, who spoke in surprise.

"Guo Lao is very knowledgeable." The middle-aged man's expression froze slightly, and he looked at the white-haired old man, "This thing is indeed the Yin Yin Fire brought back from outside the territory. ”

"The fire ignited by this Yin and Netherworld Flame has been verified by an elder of my Tian family that it can indeed dispel the wild and dead qi.

Next, let these natives ignite their respective torsos with this netherworld fire, and rush into the place where the wild death qi gathers, and we can just follow behind. ”

……

The black island is near the center, at the bottom of a cave of more than a dozen zhang blocked by large stones, where a white skeleton sits.

Between the white bones, the internal organs and six internal organs actually existed, and there was no damage at all, and a few silver needles fell off from the hideous cheeks of the white bones and fell into the cave.

This white bone, its quality is like jade, and under the black qi that fills the entire cave, a trace of gold on it keeps circulating.

With the circulation of this golden mang, the white bones were gradually hung with hideous veins and dense flesh buds.

In the two eye sockets of the white bones, there was a pair of eyes that were as plain as water, and the eyes of these eyes were shining downward, staring at the exposed internal organs.

"The black qi here and the blood-colored aura from those hundreds of zhang giants actually blended together and seeped into the bone marrow."

This white bone is naturally Gu Qing.

In the past two months, he has not relaxed for a moment, but he found that this black qi has never endangered his internal organs, but a few days ago, it merged with the blood-colored breath.

When the two merge, a hint of gold is born.

As soon as this golden aura appeared, it destroyed all the black qi in his body, wrapped in the blood-colored aura, submerged into his bones, and seeped into the bone marrow.

At that time, the pain was so suspenseful that Gu Qing stopped running Yin Xuan Gong.

The feeling of peeling the skin and scraping the bones, and the feeling of cutting the bone marrow with a knife, accompanied him for a few days.

Finally, today, Gu Qing's bones were dyed with a trace of gold, and after dyeing this trace of gold, most of his body had grown in just a few hours.

After his body was reborn, the black qi in the cave here could no longer hurt him in the slightest, and there was no more blood-colored aura that came out of his divine cave.

He has stopped functioning.

At this moment, the black qi filled in the cave could no longer bring him any benefit, so he didn't need to breathe in this black qi anymore.

An extremely powerful sense of power flowed over Gu Qing's body that was not yet fully reborn, hidden in his golden bones, giving him the illusion of being transformed into a majestic mountain, unswerving.

He looked inward at his body, quietly watching the traces of flesh and blood, tendons and veins, born from his bones, and his heart was silent, without half a distraction.

Until a sound of breaking the sky came from above.

Gu Qing immediately came back to his senses.

His expression moved slightly, and he raised his head slightly.

A dark green glow lit up above, smashing down towards the bottom of the cavern.

Under this faint green firelight, the black qi in the cave quickly escaped, and Gu Qing quickly saw the situation above.

It was a few bodies burning with dark green flames.

Gu Qing got up, grabbed the black clothes and quickly put them on his body, easily dodged the scorched bodies that fell down, and took the Xuehua Sword and the Cold Claw Falling Moon Bow in his hands.

"Ah...... Kill me......"

"It hurts......"

Several bodies smashed to the bottom of the cavern, shouting muttered.

Gu Qing frowned slightly.

He couldn't understand what they were shouting.

These are the natives of this Demon Spirit Stream?

He tilted his head slightly, his bright eyes looking above the cavern.

There, the boulder he had used to block the entrance to the cave was gone, and several figures were peering downward.

With the help of the faint green light on the scorched bodies, those figures saw Gu Qing, who still had flesh buds wriggling on his face and looked terrifying, and their pupils shrank sharply.

"Damn, what is this?"

"It's a terrible ......"

There were a few exclamations faintly from above.

Gu Qing lowered his eyes.

He looked at several painfully twisted bodies, his gaze sweeping over the dark green flames that had spread throughout their bodies.

Puff puff!

He detained a few rocks from the side, smashed the heads of these bodies, and watched them fall silent.

Gu Qing's face was expressionless.

He put the cold mantis and the moon bow behind his back, the Xuehua sword in his hand was unsheathed, and he stepped on it, and swept upward.

……

"Could it be that which Taoist friend took the lead?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Tian looked suspicious and whispered in his mouth.

The cultivators gathered around the cave were all thoughtful when they heard the words, and each took out the magic weapon whose aura had already been completely dimmed.

At the moment when a black-clothed figure emerged from the cave.

All the cultivators rushed up.

More than a dozen magic weapons smashed over with their heads and faces, and among them, the middle-aged man surnamed Na Tian was the first, and the black-clothed figure was Gu Qing's expression moved slightly.

His figure was short out of thin air, and the Xuehua Sword covered the body and swept across.

The sharp sword light, in a flash, swept away a few smashed magic weapons, Gu Qing went straight to the middle-aged man surnamed Natian.

Among the cultivators, a few people who were swept away by the magic weapon only felt that the huge force attacked, and the magic weapon that was smashed down with all their strength was actually out of their hands, and the middle-aged man surnamed Tian changed his expression even more, only to feel that the black shadow flashed in front of him, and he was kicked on the front door.

Throat!

The facial features were all kicked and rotted, and the middle-aged man surnamed Tian only felt that his eyes were dark, his brain was chaotic, and the whole person flew out upside down.

Gu Qing's figure had disappeared in front of the cultivators in the next moment.

"What about people?"

"Shhh...... Let go of Michido Tian! ”

The cultivators exclaimed a few times and gathered into a pile to confront Gu Qing.

At this moment, Gu Qing didn't know when he had come behind the middle-aged man surnamed Tian, and held the back of the middle-aged man's neck with one hand.

The middle-aged figure surnamed Tian was hanging in the air, his face was bruised, his seven orifices were bleeding, and he couldn't see his facial features, he was very miserable, but Gu Qing was still expressionless.

His gaze scanned all around.

There were charred corpses all over the left and right, and the dark green flames on several corpses had not been extinguished.

A few people who were sobbing in a low voice were hiding far away, each locked by thick iron chains, and at the end of these thick iron chains were rough iron balls.

"Uh......"

Just as Gu Qing looked around.

The middle-aged man surnamed Natian he was carrying was actually shriveled quickly, and in just half a breath, this person had turned into a ball of blood, and only the clothes fell off in place.

This mass of blood qi gathered towards Gu Qing's grasping hand and quickly disappeared.

As this person turned into a ball of blood qi and was absorbed by Gu Qing, the wriggling speed of the flesh buds on Gu Qing's face was a little faster.

There was also a hint of consternation on his face.

Just now, he only felt a slight feeling of hunger in his body, and then the big living person he carried in his hand turned into a ball of blood, which was devoured by him in the blink of an eye.

The eyes of the cultivators who looked at Gu Qing turned into horror.

The few people who were sobbing from afar also fell into a stupor.

"If you say that something was not done on purpose, are you credible?" Gu Qing spoke softly, he looked at the cultivators, but he sighed in his heart, held the sword, and stepped forward slowly.

All the cultivators took a few steps back, and only one of them smiled.

"Dao...... What the Taoist friends say, we believe it. ”

This person with a strong smile on his face also looked like a middle-aged man, his body was tense, but he stopped his steps to retreat, hugged his fist at Gu Qing, and spoke loudly.

"Oh? Pity. ”

Gu Qing's footsteps paused slightly.

His eyebrows furrowed, his gaze glazed over.

Boom!

Then the earth and rocks within a few feet of him suddenly shattered, and in the blink of an eye, his form approached the smiling man.

A cold light, a flicker.

The smiling middle-aged man subconsciously blocked the long knife magic weapon in his hand in front of him, but his expression froze, and when he lowered his head again, he saw a headless body spurting blood.

Something familiar.

The middle-aged man who was smiling forcibly fell into darkness in front of his eyes.

The headless body fell backwards, and the spurting blood turned into a rain of blood, and the rest of the cultivators were shocked when they saw this, and turned around and fled.

Gu Qing stepped on the ground again.

His expression was indifferent.

His current physical strength is terrifying.

His figure, at a faster speed than Fang Cai, came to the side of the two people who fled together on the left, and the Xuehua Sword Huo Ran slashed down, and actually cut the two of them in half in an instant!

When the two of them were fleeing, their upper bodies were already displaced.

The intestines fell to the ground, and the momentum of the two legs rushing forward did not disappear, and they flew out a few feet before falling to the ground, and the upper bodies of the two people who had smashed on the ground before let out a miserable scream.

Gu Qing didn't stop again.

After he killed the two of them, he stomped on the ground again, but he did not break the earth and stones, and his body flew up diagonally.

Black boots that landed on the back of a diminutive Xiu.

Boom!

A mist of blood exploded, and shredded flesh flew forward.

Gu Qing's figure suddenly turned again, grabbed the arm of a nearby monk, pulled it over, and smashed his chest into the black island with one palm, between the dry earth and stones, and smashed out of the big pit of Zhang Xu Fangyuan, and the pit was surrounded by cracks with this death-like hideous cultivation as the center.

Gu Qing slammed on the ground again.

His figure shot a blast, and he had already come behind another cultivator who was struggling to escape, and he slammed forward with one palm.

This fleeing cultivator only felt a heat behind him, and immediately, a big hand grabbed his heart and appeared in front of him.

"Ahem......"

This Xiu's eyes darkened, and his heart fell downward, crushed by his unstoppable forward body.

After killing six people in a row, Gu Qing's expression did not change in the slightest.

"With the current physical strength alone, it is enough to match the cultivation of the fifth layer of qi refining and the sixth layer of qi refining in the outside world, in this demon spirit stream where spiritual power cannot be used, is it possible to kill Na Luo Lingrui?" He shot forward again, killing the fleeing cultivators one by one, but he was secretly thinking in his heart.

Killing, but for a few breaths.

The fourteen monks who followed the monks surnamed Tian to the black island here have been killed by Gu Qing's bloody shock.

There were only two trembling green-faced cultivators left, who were left alive by Gu Qing, he looked at this green-faced monk, tidied up his black clothes, and wiped the blood on his face.

"What's your name?"

Gu Qing's voice was indifferent and ruthless.

"Nguyen...... Ruan Xiaoliu. ”

This youthful face is like a drum.

Ruan Xiaoliu lowered his head, knelt on the ground, wept bitterly, and tried his best to make a harmless appearance.

"What's going on here......"

"All the Taoist friends found the treasure, killed each other, and finally died together, Xiaoliu was also seriously injured, fortunately the seniors who passed by here rescued him, and he survived."

"The Treasure ......"

"The treasure fell to the bottom of the sea and was missing."

Gu Qing took a deep look at this Ruan Xiaoliu.

He turned noncommittally.

In the following dozen breaths, Gu Qing searched the corpses one by one, stacked them in a pile, and threw them in front of Ruan Xiaoliu, asking Ruan Xiaoliu to make up a few swords for each corpse.

"These storage bags, take them."

Gu Qing threw a few storage bags to Ruan Xiaoliu.

Ruan Xiaoliu trembled and took a few storage bags in his hands, and said with a flattering smile: "Thank you seniors for your generous ......"

Gu Qing didn't pay attention to what Ruan Xiaoliu said, he sat cross-legged in front of the corpse pile, turning the corpse, which was still a little hot, into blood and gas, and sucking it dry.

The squirming buds on his face finally stabilized.

Ruan Xiaoliu, who had just gotten up, saw this scene, and hurriedly looked at his nose and nose, looking like a deaf and blind man, but he caught a glimpse of the natives who were dragging the chains and iron balls away, and his heart moved slightly, if he went to get all the ships away immediately......

"You go and catch those guys, and then take me to the ship."

Gu Qing's voice had already sounded, interrupting Ruan Xiaoliu's reverie.